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[OOC: S'okay, Amarth. I have no problems with defensive actions.]
Dreggan was relieved to see Matt up again and moreso for his help just then. With a smirk, he turned to his friend.
"You hit him high, I'll hit him low."
With that, the thief jumped but flew low to the ground. Narrowly dodging the orc's scimitar once again, he planted his last sai in his foot, which pierced both armour and fles, then dug in the rock underneath. The warlord growled and backhanded Dreggan with his right hand, which still had a sai imbedded in the wrist. The thief caught the hit in the chest, which winded him, slashed his collarbone and sent him down.
Quickly getting back up, Dreggan let out a scream of frustration and threw 3 needles. The orc parried two but one found it's way to his face. More blood flowed, but nothing seemed to stop this brute.
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